A bunch of kiddos varying in age- you being the youngest-and their mamas-I was most likely the youngest mama. Neither of us much younger than the second youngest.
I love watching you watch people. Your surroundings.
You sit back, take it all in, and take mental notes.
Once you've got it figured out, you get more involved. Until then, you watch from nearby. Still doing your own thing.
Today, kids were racing here and there. You gathered a stick (hick) or two, poked an ant bed or more, blew dandelions (and flowers), sniffed flowers, and played on the playground (slides, swinging bridges, etc), checked out the big kids scooters, ate crackers and twists, all at a safe distance.
But you know Phoebe and Ruthie. And they were fun to hang with from the start. They're also closest in age to you. And ruthie is fearless and fun. And Phoebe likes playing with sticks and is your same size.
I could eat you up watching you bend to see the big kids climb the trees or venture up the bigger and higher parts of the playground.
You're so sweet. So observant. So perfect.
You took a little cat nap on the way home.
You ate my shirt at nap time.
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